Chapter 168 Diary (Part 1)

Chapter 169 Diary (Part 1)

Zhang Xiao came to the familiar mysterious realm again, as if he was using a third-person spectator's perspective to calmly watch everything happening around him.

Time slowed down, and the surrounding situation became extremely clear.

Everything within a radius of ten meters was vivid, even Professor Flitwick's beard blown by the breeze and the flickering candlelight.

It seemed that as long as he wanted, he could do anything.

However, Zhang Xiao, who was in a purely rational state, was not confused by this false feeling. This was just an illusion caused by the sudden increase in power.

It was just this feeling-it didn't seem to be like this when he entered the empty and bright realm before?

Slowly raising the wand, Zhang Xiao could even feel the wand's trembling trembling. That was excitement, that was the desire to fight, to vent his power without reservation.

Skills are important, but when the power is strong to a certain extent, it is a force that defeats ten skills!

The wand shook more and more, and the dazzling blue electric light gushed from the wand with a sharp and piercing cry.

Flitwick was on high alert. Although he felt a little unbelievable, he did feel a sense of threat from Zhang.

Zhang Xiao shook his wand slightly, and at this moment, a strange feeling surged up from every corner of his body.

He looked down at his body in a strange way.

He began to analyze very calmly.

He was over-consumed and his body was on the verge of limit. The superposition of the Golden Light Spell and the Empty Mirror had reached a terrifying level.

I was about to fall down, and there were about 3 seconds left.

3, 2, 1!

Zhang Xiao's body suddenly froze, and in everyone's expectant eyes, he trembled violently, and the fascinating golden light dissipated.

The whole person fell backwards like a piece of wood.

Flitwick was stunned for a moment, and immediately waved his wand to catch him.

The little wizards around burst into deafening shouts, and everyone was desperately squeezing forward to see what happened.

Snape and Mag tried their best to maintain order, although they also wanted to go over to see the situation.

Lockhart hesitated whether to step forward and cast his "very good" healing spell.

Only Madam Pomfrey in the corner sighed as if she had expected it, picked up the medicine box, and squeezed in through the crowd.

I knew it!

In the school infirmary, Snape and Madam Pomfrey bent down to examine Zhang Xiao lying on the bed in detail. Lockhart stood in the crowd and said with regret:

"It's a pity that I'm still a step late. I have already discovered that Zhang is not right - as long as I use a magic, I can stop him!"

The professors around him looked at him with a weird look.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him with some disgust and said softly:

"Can you please shut up? Professor Lockhart, what we need now is silence!"

Lockhart's exaggerated smile froze on his face. He touched his curly hair and shrank back. The expression on his face suddenly became a little strange. I don't know what he was thinking.

Dumbledore stood at the end of the bed, his blue eyes seemed to be shining through the half-moon lenses.

Snape and Pomfrey straightened up, and seemed to have come to a conclusion:

"Nothing serious, just too tired." Madam Pomfrey frowned: "He seems to always get himself like this, how many times has this happened?"

Snape didn't say anything, but took out another bottle of weakened life and death water. He felt that he had brewed more weakened life and death water this year than in the past 10 years.

Dumbledore retracted his gaze and nodded:

"Leave it to Madam Pomfrey here, she always takes good care of the little wizards."

In Lockhart's office, the portraits were doing their own things leisurely, some of them had curling irons on their heads, some were wearing pajamas holding their own works, sipping coffee while admiring their own works.

Others kept practicing smiling.

"Bang" The door of the office was suddenly pushed open with force, Lockhart's expression was distorted, he murmured something in a low voice and strode in.

The portraits were startled, and the one holding the coffee spilled it directly on the silk pajamas. He stood up and walked to the edge of the photo frame in anger, pointing at Lockhart and shouting loudly.

Lockhart kicked the gilded velvet high-back chair, screaming in pain, squatting down and rubbing his feet desperately.

The portraits couldn't help it now, and they all stood up, stretched their necks, as if wondering what made him so angry.

Lockhart stood up, looked at his portrait, with a vicious light in his eyes, and whispered to himself:

"You forced me to do this, didn't you?"

The portraits nodded one after another - in fact, they didn't know what Lockhart was talking about.

Lockhart's expression became more and more distorted, and he whispered: "I don't want to, I don't want to. But even if I have achieved such great results, I even won the badge of the Order of Merlin, you still look down on me.

I don't want to"

He walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick book wrapped in a purple book cover.

I don't know where this notebook came from, maybe it was a gift from a fan.

I found it when I was packing my luggage.

At first glance, Lockhart thought this notebook was very tasteful - high-grade leather cover, soft paper, looks a little worn, but full of age.

Lockhart, who couldn't let it go, decided to use it as his autograph practice book and to write down excerpts from excellent fan letters, but he didn't like the black color.

However, this problem was very easy to solve. Just wrap the cover of the notebook with his favorite noble purple book cover.

But the things he wrote would always disappear inexplicably the next day. Lockhart was overjoyed. Is there anything more suitable for an autograph book than a notebook that can clear its contents by itself?

So he practiced signing hundreds of times in the autograph book every day, and sometimes he would also write down the words of admiration from those beloved fans.

Until one day, this notebook replied to him.

"Do you want to really stand at the top of the wizarding world and become a big shot?"

Lockhart took a few deep breaths, ended his memories, spread out the notebook, and wrote on it:

"You said last time, I want to think about it again"

The line of words immediately faded and disappeared, and then lines of slightly deformed handwriting appeared, showing the excitement of the person who wrote the line of words.

"Your wisdom is as outstanding as your appearance! Congratulations, you have chosen the right path. One day, you will stand at the top of the wizarding world and look down on those incompetent scum!"

Lockhart smiled happily: "Do you think so too, Tom? After all, I am the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award of "Wizard Weekly"."

Tom Riddle in the diary was stunned. He couldn't even believe that the corny and bloody compliment above was said by himself.

Young Voldemort remembered the day when Lockhart opened his diary.

That. Unbearable memory, gloomy day.

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